The Shadows dance about me;
Taunting me;
Consuming me.
They torment my every breath.
They contort and conform with my every move.
Following me everywhere I go,
haunting my troubled soul—
Except at Noon.
The Shadows dance about me,
and I do not know where to go,
nor where to hide.
so time I’ll just bide,
until it comes time to die,
and the Shadows will follow me,
no more,
no longer,
the Shadows dance about me.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
The Shadows dance about me;
Taunting me;
Consuming me.
They torment my every breath.
They contort and conform with my every move.
Following me everywhere I go,
haunting my troubled soul—
Except at Noon.
The Shadows dance about me,
and I do not know where to go,
nor where to hide.
so time I’ll just bide,
until it comes time to die,
and the Shadows will follow me,
no more,
no longer,
the Shadows dance about me.
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